9-11-19
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand